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Chapter 9

Sam woke up and smiled softly, feeling warm and happy from seeing Hariel, even if only in his dreams. The poor angel was being run ragged helping Michael so he hadn't been around as much since Anna's death three months previous. The only time he was around in person was when Sam needed blood. Without the dreams Sam would be worried Hariel didn't want to be with him but the angel was always touching him so he knew that wasn't true. He yawned and sat up, wincing as muscles complained from being cramped up in the back seat. He blinked when he saw Dean sitting up with the laptop. "Dean? There's a little thing called sleep, humans need it." He got out of the car and then into the front passenger seat, gently tugging the computer away. "Come on, I'll drive, you get in back and sleep for a while."

"I'm fine."

"Dean we've been working nonstop since…..we need a break. Not another job."

"Sleep when we're dead." Dean argued.

"You're exhausted Dean." Sam told him gently and Dean started the car.

"I'm fine." Dean growled as he started to drive. "I found a hunt so we're going." Sam sighed and kept an eye on his brother from the corner of his eye. "Stratton, Nebraska. Farm town. A man gets hacked to death in a locked room inside a locked house. No signs of forced entry."

"Sounds like a ghost."

"Yes, it does." Dean agreed and Sam sighed, going over the information.


"Boy, three bedrooms, two baths, and one homicide. This place is gonna sell like hotcakes." Dean commented as he parked and looked at the house. Sam shook his head and they headed inside, looking through the kitchen. "Hey, check this out." Dean knocked on the wall, revealing it to be hollow. "Huh."

"It's probably a dumbwaiter. All these old houses had them." Sam shrugged and Dean looked at him.

"Know-it-all." He teased.

"What?"

"What?"

"You said..." Sam shook his head and Dean grinned.

"What?"

"Never mind." Sam sighed as they entered a bedroom.

"Well, no bloodstains, fresh coat of paint, it's a bunch of bubkes."

"Needle's all over the place."

"Yeah—power lines." Dean nodded out the window at them.

"Great." He opened the closet to reveal a dolls head on the floor. "Uh..."

"Well, that's super-disturbing."

"Think it got left behind?" Sam offered and Dean looked at him.

"By who? Unless Bill Gibson likes to play with doll heads." Hearing noise outside they moved to the window only to see a car and moving truck.

"Uh-oh."

"I thought you said this place was still for sale."

"Apparently, it's not."


"What's wrong Sam?" He relaxed as the familiar voice said his name and strong yet gentle arms wrapped around him. He knew that Hariel could crush him without trying and yet the hybrid was always so tender. Sam turned in the embrace to smile at Hariel, here in dreams he could see the six large wings with their dark green and white feathers, the band of black around the green of his eyes.

"Just the usual." Sam answered softly, enjoying being held by Hariel.

"Another hunt?" He asked in disbelief and Sam nodded.

"Something's really bothering Dean and he won't….he won't talk to me." Sam muttered and Hariel hugged him tighter.

"It'll be okay Sam. He'll tell you when he's ready." He soothed, running his fingers through the dark hair and Sam relaxed against him.

"I miss you." Sam whispered, nuzzling into Hariel's throat and the archangel chuckled.

"Miss you too." He admitted, kissing Sam softly. "I'll see you in another two days and hopefully Michael can do without me for a while so I can stay."

"Good." Sam grinned.


He took a deep breath and then plunged into the dreams, nearly recoiling as he saw what Dean was dreaming of. He reached out with his Grace to sooth the memories into something gentler, feeling Dean relax. Hariel put his hand on Dean's shoulder and the hunter went rigid. "Easy Dean, it's Hariel." He soothed as he moved into Dean's line of sight and Dean stared at him with wide eyes.

"Wha…." Dean blinked in confusion and Hariel smiled at him.

"Relax, you won't dream of hell again tonight." He assured him and Dean flinched. Hariel pulled him into his arms, wrapping his wings around him and Dean struggled weakly before slumping in his hold, trembling. "It's alright Dean, let it out." He whispered and felt the hot tears soak into his shirt. He just held Dean and gently rubbed his back, whispering soothing nonsense to him. Dean needed to let the pain out and Hariel knew he wouldn't be able to when awake. Hariel sat down with Dean cradled against him, rocking the deeply traumatised man gently. He wished he could fix it, just take the memories away, but he couldn't; at least not without consequences. Eventually Dean quieted and Hariel loosened his grip in case Dean wanted to pull away but to his surprise he didn't. "You okay?" He whispered and Dean raised his head, revealing red eyes from crying.

"I….sorry. I don't know why that happened."

"Because you need to grieve. What was done to you….it's natural Dean. And you won't let it out when awake so you let it out here. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you help us like you do?"

"Because I care about you both Dean. You don't deserve to have gone through what you did." Hariel smiled softly at him. "Sam's worried about you Dean, try to talk to him. He won't judge you for what happened. He loves you." Dean shrugged and Hariel stayed with him to keep the nightmares away.


"Ew! Ew!" Kate yelled as she ran into the dining room.

"It's okay." Susan told her, catching her to hold and try to calm her down.

"What's going on?" Danny asked in confusion.

"Katie, baby, baby. Calm down and tell us what happened." Brian urged.

"I just got molested by Casper the pervy ghost! That's what happened!"

"Ghost?" He asked in disbelief.

"Yes, dad! A ghost!"

"It's the girl in the walls!" Danny told them.

"Who?!" Kate looked utterly disgusted.

"Both of you, knock it off." Brian told them even as someone knocked on the door and Ted went to open it.

"We heard screams. What's going on?" Dean asked as they walked in.

"Oh, you two! Did you touch my daughter?!"

"What? No." Dean denied.

"Who are you guys?"

"Relax, please. You have a ghost." Sam tried.

"A ghost."Brian sneered in disbelief.

"I told you!" Kate yelled.

"It's the girl!" Danny argued.

"Both of you, relax. What are you guys playing?"

"Your family's in danger. You need to get out of the house now." Dean argued even as the lights went out.

"What the hell?" Ted demanded.

"Nobody move!" Dean told them, looking around warily.

"Buster!" Danny yelled, hearing the dog howling. Brian ran from the house and Ted, Dean and Sam followed him.


Dean scrambled back from the kid, trying to get a hand on a weapon even as he kept ragged nails from his face. Dean kicked at her and she screamed but then he yelled as she bit into his arm. He managed to knock her back a bit and lunged for the gun he could see only to feel something hard connect with his head, crying out, dazed. He struggled to stay conscious and then the area filled with light and he heard her scream before he blacked out.

When he came too he felt familiar arms holding him, could smell the familiar scent of his baby brother's shirt against his face. He shifted slightly, feeling Sam's hand cradling his head. "S…"

"Dean? Hey, it's okay, just relax." Sam whispered, very carefully moving him and Dean blinked dazedly, a motel room.

"How?" He mumbled managing to look up and he saw Sam smile in relief.

"Hariel showed up, apparently you cried out to him before blacking out. He brought us here and went back to deal with everything." He explained softly. "How do you feel?"

"Like I got hit in the head." He grumbled and Sam smothered a laugh.

"When I saw…..you were so still in his arms Dean, I thought you were dead." Sam choked and Dean moved a hand to grasp Sam's arm.

"Still here Sammy."

"And you will be for a long time." Hariel commented as he appeared, walking over to gently run his fingers over the large bump on Dean's skull, gently healing it. Dean relaxed as the pain faded and felt his eyelids droop, struggling to stay awake. "It's okay Dean, sleep." Hariel whispered and Dean slumped in Sam's arms, unable to stay awake.

TBC…